M
Marge
Five weeks ago from yesterday I was in pre-op talking to a (rather cute) anesthesiologist. The next thing I remember is looking up at a clock over my bed, noting it was late in the afternoon and wondering (somewhat irritated) when the heck they would start my surgery.
Actually it had already been done and I was in ICU.
Five weeks ago from today I was being wheeled on a gurney from ICU into the step-down unit.
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And today? On a beautiful sunny Northern California spring day I walked along a street lined with cherry trees dripping white blossom, near the hospital where I had the surgery, up to my surgeon's office for my last post-op follow-up appointment.
It was pretty pro forma -- there was nothing much for him to do. He looked at my scars and admired his handiwork. He said that the regurgitation has been completely stopped and that the repair should last my lifetime (at least).
My recovery was uneventful. My lungs are clear, I have no pain, I am cleared to drive. I thanked him for doing an excellent job, said good-bye to the nurse and receptionist, and left.
I walked back to the car, thinking: Well that's over; now I can get back to my REAL life.
Thanks to everyone here for sticking with me through this time.
Actually it had already been done and I was in ICU.
Five weeks ago from today I was being wheeled on a gurney from ICU into the step-down unit.
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And today? On a beautiful sunny Northern California spring day I walked along a street lined with cherry trees dripping white blossom, near the hospital where I had the surgery, up to my surgeon's office for my last post-op follow-up appointment.
It was pretty pro forma -- there was nothing much for him to do. He looked at my scars and admired his handiwork. He said that the regurgitation has been completely stopped and that the repair should last my lifetime (at least).
My recovery was uneventful. My lungs are clear, I have no pain, I am cleared to drive. I thanked him for doing an excellent job, said good-bye to the nurse and receptionist, and left.
I walked back to the car, thinking: Well that's over; now I can get back to my REAL life.
Thanks to everyone here for sticking with me through this time.